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Skin: Cleveland's "Gentry Knight"

"This is my first time being in a... Dance Hall party? Hell, it's been so long I don't even remember the name." He nudged around his seat of his car as he was driving it himself.

He also couldn't keep his eyes on the road. He kept looking at his suit if it looks good enough for the party.

Granted, the road isn't that crowded of people but it was still very concerning how little attention he was giving on the road.

To quell his concerns. He'll fix himself as he's coming to the venue. Like, walking up the steps into the venue.

Quite oxymoronic, putting preparedness and being in a rush should not be in the same sentence together. Yet, the worried Commander is seeing that as the logical solution to keep his stress down.

As for the event he's coming to, the narrative that has been spreading around the girls without the Commander's knowledge is: "Can all of the girls, all factions, can dance with Caster before the end of the night?"

Playing unselfishly has been quite a challenge to overcome for all the girls. And all are in anticipation of what will the Commander wear for the night filled with moonlight.

Caster, however, is switching erratically from happy to nervous to a robot getting short-circuited. Not even his so-called mental 'fortitude' is helping him this time. But he keeps telling himself:

'This is a night where it will only happen once in a very long while. No time to be rambunctious...'

He kept his focus on the road until a huge beam of light passed through his car and blinded Caster for a second. He blinked quickly and immediately looking around at where the hell that was. 'It's gotta be nearby.'

Then a sight that made his heartbeat even quicker.

A huge looking castle.

'I hope this won't destroy our money cache...'

"NOO!" He let out a hyperbolic scream in his car. "I'm being such a hypocrite! Stop working, brain!"

But even with the screaming, as the venue looking bigger and he was getting closer, his heart won't stop beating faster.

"Calm. Cool..."

He stopped the car. In front of the venue...

"Not collected..."

He immediately felt nervous once again. And he already saw some of the girls on the stairs. And all of them looking at his car.

They seem that they know.

No time to yearn for momentary solitude as he needs to get out of the car and face all of them.

He came out of the car. And started to look around...

"Cleve! Here he is!" Helena timidly pointed at the Commander. Helena, Cleveland, and some of her sisters were wide-eyed at sight.

He had a very ordinary, simple, and minimalistic look on his outfit. Black suit, no tie, black pants, and polished shoes. His hair was a bit messy, but of course, it went with the look just fine.

But that's not even how they're so awed with him.

Most of the girls can't explain in words. But he has an intangible trait that can't be replaced.

He has an uncanny ability to always look cool no matter the situation. He's just that well mannered. Good posture, and behavior that is very classy. And you know, he's pretty handsome too.

A-kun: I think I'll erase him with jealousy man.

Everyone is frozen but Cleveland was the only one to come up to Caster himself.

"You looking handsome, Commander!" She waved while getting closer to the Commander.

"Guh!"

Caster held his heart for a second.

'I got a compliment?! Pardon me?!'

"Since everyone is just looking at me, can I hold your hand as we go in?" Caster calmed down and boldly suggested the offer.

His offer was lethargic to her tomboyishness and she was flustered.

She hesitantly put out her right hand towards Caster as she put her head away from it. But couldn't stop looking back at it ever-so-slightly.

He took it softly...

'She has very smooth hands. It feels great.'

And with grace and a bit of romanticism, they both walked up the stairs, passing everyone, into the castle. Where they'll spend their night, in the moonlight.

A-kun: Recycling one-liners but that's okay babi!!!

Word Count: 715 Words.

10:10 PM
12/07/20